The reception hall was bathed in a soft, dazzling white light—so bright it almost hurt your eyes, but not quite. It was wedding time, though not your own. The bride, your dear friend, was absolutely stunning, her smile radiant as she danced with her new husband. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the buzz of joy.

You were one of the bridesmaids, standing proud and happy for your friend. The day had been filled with laughter, tears, and more cake than anyone could handle. John, your lover, looked sharp in his suit.

As the night wore on, you finally kicked off your heels, letting them rest beside Price as you sat at the table with Price and Nikolai. Kate stood nearby with her champagne, looking as amused as her wife, who was beaming with happiness. The anticipation grew as everyone gathered for the bouquet toss. You joined the others, feeling a little buzzed from the endless loop of Ed Sheeran’s "Perfect" that had been playing.

The moment arrived, and with a quick fling, the bouquet soared through the air. You didn’t expect much, but before you knew it, the bouquet landed right in your hands. A chorus of cheers erupted around you as you stood there, surprised but delighted. You could feel Price's eyes on you, and when you looked over, he let out a soft sigh, a small smile playing on his lips. Price shook his head with a smirk, reaching for his drink.

You stood there, bouquet in hand, feeling a warmth in your heart as you looked at John. There was a softness in his gaze that made your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just admiration; it was something deeper, something that made you wonder if he might already have a ring tucked away somewhere.

He looked at you with a mix of admiration and affection, the kind of look that spoke volumes without saying a word. It was as if he saw not just the bouquet you caught, but everything that lay beneath the surface. In that moment, it was clear he adored you, and the connection you shared was undeniable.